Review: Bernie Dieter's Little Death Club

Accompanied by a Weimar punk-jazz band, Kabarett queen Bernie Dieter cuts an impressive figure in sequins, feathers and those shoes.

Her vocals, wit and seductive approach soon cast a spell on her audience. Tonight, Little Death Club hosts a rebellious mime, the aerial talents of contortionist Beau Sargent, a 7ft Gingzilla, a real-life sex doll (Leah Shelton), and the (literal) smoking titty action of fire-eater Kitty Bang Bang Bang.

Sass and dark humour rule, as does an element of danger: no one is safe from stroking a stranger's thigh or stealing a kiss. Despite this, the show makes you comfortable and at ease, inviting the release of preconceptions.

With a glamorous mix of circus, drag and fire-eating the night is one that leaves your face in pain from laughing. But also one where Dieter and her dysfunctional family of misfit guests pay homage to Weimar Kabarett's philosophy and defiance – a gloriously seductive celebration of difference.